American homeless people, surviving in the city

Chapter 154 I've Come to Take Back Your Life

Sylvia was excitedly talking just a second ago, but then abruptly changed the subject, leaving Lin Qi somewhat at a loss.

"What's wrong?"

"...It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something...sorry..."

Sylvia's voice was somewhat downcast. She still didn't explicitly say why she was suddenly so sensitive to the topic of amnesia, but Lin Qi could sense from her tone that it must have reminded her of something bad that had happened in the past.

...Seriously, I never expected that my casually made-up excuse about amnesia would actually lead me to meet someone who had actually suffered from amnesia.

What kind of Korean drama is this?

However, this is not an easy thing for anyone to get through; she must have had some painful experiences.

Lin Qi sighed inwardly, then readily changed the subject: "Ah, okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

"No, no, I just don't want to talk about my own things anymore," Sylvia retorted immediately. "What happened when you woke up on the street after losing your memory? I want to know more about you!"

"I'm very curious!"

"...What's so curious about that?"

Lin Qi was somewhat helpless, but he still briefly recounted his story of waking up on the street. From being robbed when he first transmigrated and lost his memory, to being hindered in society because he had no money or identity, to how he gradually gained a foothold on the street.

Of course, he wouldn't go into the details—after all, if he went into too much detail, things related to the system's capabilities would be harder to explain.

However, there was one thing that Lin Qi was quite interested in talking about at the moment, and he couldn't help but describe it in more detail: "...Speaking of which, after I snatched the snakeskin bag that I had been carrying with me when I lost my memory from the thugs, I immediately started to check what was inside the bag."

"But unexpectedly, besides a few sets of clothes that looked like they belonged to a homeless person, I also found some strange things."

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"What is it?"

Since the topic of amnesia came up, Sylvia's voice had been rather low, but when Lynch mentioned this part, her tone rose slightly.

"A pistol, an expensive suit, and a German passport with its pages completely torn out!"

This was the thing Lin Qi understood the least of all, so he explained it in great detail: "I really don't know why these things ended up in my snakeskin bag. What was I doing before I lost my memory?"

Sylvia's interest was piqued: "Wow—there's such a thing!"

Her voice grew excited: "So it seems my earlier guess might have been right! You might really be a killer disguised as a homeless man!"

"...That's unlikely." Lin Qi shook his head slightly. Although he didn't know what the original owner of this body did before, the system clearly showed him his physical condition when he first transmigrated.

He was well aware of how bad his physical condition was at the time.

The frostbite on her body couldn't possibly be fake.

If he were really a killer, it would be somewhat believable for him to pretend to be a homeless person, but how could he really look like a homeless person, weak and covered in injuries, lying on the side of the road?

Thinking of this, Lin Qi gave a wry smile: "I think I was probably a thief before I lost my memory... those were probably stolen goods... that's all."

"Perhaps it's nothing worth caring about."

"There's no need to say that!"

Sylvia retorted firmly, but she quickly realized that her weak rebuttal was nothing more than a castle in the air.

After thinking for a moment, she immediately added, "Once we leave here and recover from your injuries, I'll help you find your life before you lost your memory!"

"5

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Finding a way to live again? Lynch had never thought about this before.

Even after transmigrating, he maintained a simple, ordinary mindset, only wanting to live each day peacefully and comfortably. Although reality threw one problem after another at him, he only ever thought about solving them, never about doing anything more.

That's why, even though he had obtained the things left behind by the original owner, he wasn't very interested in exploring the original owner's past.

Instead of spending time exploring the original body's past, Lynch was more interested in finding out if this body had American citizenship.

After all, the latter would have a real impact on his life, while the former would be irrelevant.

However, these ideas only apply when Lynch is acting alone.

This is the first time in so long since he transmigrated that someone has talked to him about his past, felt sorry for his energy, and said they would help him find his life before he lost his memory.

Lin Qi felt a touch of emotion, but the current situation quickly allowed him to suppress his feelings. In the end, he simply raised the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded: "Well, you said it yourself. Then I'll be waiting."

"But let's talk about this after we leave here. Saying it now makes it sound like we're setting a flag for ourselves."

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"Raise a flag?...What does that mean?"

Sylvia paused for a moment, then chuckled, "However, I think I understand what you mean."

"But I don't think there's any need to worry about that."

She clenched her small fist—though Lynch couldn't see it, she seemed to be encouraging him with that gesture: "Even though there's nothing we can do right now, that's precisely why there's no need to be too pessimistic."

"Why don't we think about what we want to do in the future?"

"The future...?"

The word sounded incredibly tempting, but Lin Qi couldn't think of anything to look forward to. In the end, he just sighed and said nothing.

Seeing this, Sylvia didn't say anything more. However, Lynch soon heard a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other, along with the crackling sound of the fire burning.

A dozen seconds later, several pieces of warm cloth were thrown at his face.

Sylvia's tired voice came through: "Alright, I've checked, the clothes are almost dry, and you're probably all dried out too. Hurry up and put your clothes on."

"I'm all dressed now, you can open your eyes."

Lynch opened his eyes and saw that Sylvia was indeed dressed. Although her clothes were not neat due to the wounds all over her body, they at least covered the most sensitive areas of her body.

Looking at the clothes thrown at him, he suddenly realized something: "...I didn't see it because my eyes were closed, but I'm guessing you weren't?"

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"Mind your own business!"

Soon, Lin Qi was dressed again, and a brief silence fell over the cave. After a while, Sylvia spoke again slowly, "Speaking of which, what time is it now?"

"Well... it's hard to say right now."

Lynch vaguely remembered that it was at least 10 p.m. when he left the abandoned factory in Maple Valley. Although he didn't know exactly how much of a long night had passed, considering everything that had happened, he roughly estimated a time: "It was probably...at least 2 a.m., right?"

"Yeah?"

Sylvia shifted her position and sat up, leaning against the cave wall as she gazed at the distant, cloud-covered night sky. It was pitch black there; not a single star or moon could be seen.

"So, it's Halloween now."